Hypnotica
Hypnotica
The girl showed her fangs, most when alone
Her nails grew bigger, clear and they’re cold;
Escort; chaperone.
She showed her fangs when she got him alone
Clawing at skin; she’s ice and she’s cold
Showed her his doors and how they won’t close
Inside the living; curtains and carpets stained with cologne.
Epoxy the vase, stuck on the phone
Shirt into shre...
Saturday 29th October 2022 5:53 pm
I-95
It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays
And the night which followed was quiet,
Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds
Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.
I could never make sense how the skyline is loud
How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,
I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:04 am
If it ain't you
If it ain't you
I don't want anyone else.
I don't want to wake up with somebody other than you next to me.
I want every day, every step I take,
Every breath that is inhaled into my lungs,
Is dedicated to you.
And I don't want anything but your honest love in return.
I know I don't have much to offer,
I'm not the tallest,
The toughest,
Or even the cutest.
But what...
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:05 am
Bring Back the Pin Up
Bring Back the Pin Up
I was a sexual woman
I was…
Until my consent and its importance,
I was robbed of.
This is the year where-
I rediscover her
In my coven
Friend to friend
My witchy woman tell me how to be-
A proud feminine,
Love bug again
I know, I know!
I will observe you in your glory
Take notes, mimic my old self and copy-
My memory
When i was ...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 8:14 am
Cliff Hanging
I feel my mind slipping,
almost dangling from a cliff.
Obsession and love are different,
Yet similar with a twist.
You left me in the cold,
And so I left you behind.
Although it breaks my heart
this is my time to shine.
To fend for myself,
That was the first lesson,
A scared little girl,
With no direction.
Which way do I turn?
D...
Monday 7th January 2019 4:46 pm
No title to this sad song
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
Breaking News!!!
I've just been informed that my SweetTalkingGuy blog has been listed in the following article: 100 Best Poetry Blogs http://properjoes.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-news.html
Tuesday 23rd March 2010 10:30 am
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